[ Wet kisses mouth hotly behind Wen Kexing's ear and down his neck, interspersed with heated bites as Xichen worships the man in his arms. He hums, agreeing without directly renouncing years of discipline, and lapses into the present with a determined desire to have Wen Kexing as many times as he can before sunrise. That decided, he hooks an elbow under Wen Kexing's knee and lifts it higher, allowing the tip of his cock to nudge at that sloppy, tight entrance. ]

Let me enjoy you again, hm? Sweetheart, you did this to me. Take responsibility.

[ They could be polite words, a request over tea with pure intentions. The rub of a thick tip tries to press in, only held back by Xichen waiting for permission, but he's already been inside him and wants so badly to see Wen Kexing's belly swollen with proof of being fucked again that he's willing to wait. He would, anyway, but especially for this. Xichen purrs in the crook of a neck, a large warm presence at Wen Kexing's back. ]

A-Xing was so beautiful when he came ... I need you, darling. Only you.